Photo by JB, 2017
Before the time die
rolling so fast each instant to the next
till it wastes itself and my green
become like straw far-back dried out
Before the time go over
like each thing in a breath of nothing,
as the light in the evening, when the night
leads everyone to moan about the Absence
Before the time die
hiding me and each thing in a distant past,
like an instant born already old
and so something grab me when I’m upset
Until my time begin as new flower
true yet elsewhere, eternal, as promised
I want to be for you love but so honest,
love that seek in you God, way and meaning
July, 18th 2017
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molto bella! la speranza nasce dopo una lunga malinconia
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Grazie… e … si! Perché esiste un senso
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